Aquarius
I always saw myself, a rarity
My inner peace comes with clarity
I'm so extreme, it often seems
The world is so unfair to me
Then I was called an Aquarius
Turns out, there are many of us
About as rare as a rocking chair
Or a pecan in a can of nuts
But how in the world could it be
Are there really others, just like me
Deliriously mysterious
Tempting the line of both extremes
I've accepted that I'm strange
Agreed that I won't change
But I was taught, it was my fault
It was I who was deranged
Now I just observe
I need not speak a word
No longer blind, I see my kind
I admit, it seems absurd
As if I walk around
Without speaking sound
But even still, others will
Know I am a clown
They'll know I'm awfully odd
By the transparency of my facade
I cannot hide, won't tell a lie
They'd know I was a fraud
Just look at my date of birth
It will tell you what I'm worth
No need to wait, inevitable fate
Now you know henceforth
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